a thread runs through my life and it always needs untangling

Was it really Christmas?

On Christmas Eve- I finally realized there was an upside to delaying Christmas. So what if my son is in Mississippi with his girlfriend’s family? (and isn’t it a good thing I finished the Frangia scarf for her after all?) I did not have to rush around like a demented elf. I did not have to cook for anyone but me. I could watch non child friendly DVD’s and knit. I was not sad, I was liberated.

On Christmas Day- Decatur was completely quiet. None of the happy folk were out reveling and making me feel abandoned. No, I was able to bake some bread and a pie and actually bring my apartment up to an acceptable level of tidiness. How often can I say that? My granddaughter and I finished wrapping gifts and filling stockings and I knitted and watched child friendly DVD’s.

It gave me time to finish this:

Which I did just in time to shove it into my son’s stocking before he arrived on Friday afternoon.

People were fed, presents were opened, warm cider was drink, and friends stopped by. Nothing was missing- except maybe the oven catching on fire.